08/02/2025
To the mom rushing her child to ABA therapy while her friends are driving theirs to soccer practice, you’re not alone.
To the mom carrying around a PECS book, you rock.
To the dad who avoids milestone talk because his child is years behind, your child is perfect, just as he is.
To the mom embarrassed by her son’s screams in the grocery store, I was there too. Yesterday, in fact.
To the mom hunched over her computer at midnight, researching every possible therapy, your child is lucky to have you as his advocate.
To the dad who dreads taking his child to a restaurant, a park, or anywhere public, I know. It’s hard.
To the mom still mourning the dream of taking her son to the movies or baseball practice, it might not happen the way you pictured it, but it will happen.
To the dad who felt silly celebrating when his son said “buh” for bubbles, every tiny victory is worth a party. Pop the ch*****ne.
To the mom holding back tears after reading another therapy report full of “no progress”, don’t give up. Hope still lives here.
To the dad who wishes his daughter would talk, me too. You’re not alone.
When you feel hopeless… when you wonder how much longer you can keep going… when it seems like no one sees you unless your child is melting down—remember this:
You love your child. You’re doing the best you can. And that matters more than you know.
If you feel like no one understands what you’re living, know that I do. And so do many others.
It’s okay to have bad days. We all do.
To every mom and dad out there doing everything they can to give their child the best possible life despite impossible odds—you’re amazing. And even if your child can’t say it… they know it.
[I wrote this 10 years ago. Still relevant]
